The Retun to My Literature Vomit

After my exhausting post last month, I decided to stop writing a blog. It was a becoming a weekly reminder that no one cares, and that the internet's void was expansive. After a few weeks, it was nice not worrying about taking the time to write, or deciding what I was going to say. (Here's the) however, I didn't feel like my project was progressing anymore. Many times, I felt that I wanted give up, or that I failed in pushing myself to finish the cybermonkey. Not to mention, I kept feeling guilty that I was no writing my blog and that I should say something pertaining why I stopped.

So this morning, I recommitted myself to post something every week. I just have to remember that even though this is online blog for everyone to read, this progressive chart is not for you. It's for me. All the time, I admit that I'm an egotist, and I want the spotlight (even though I shy away from it once I've got it,) I need "This". Not to lie to myself and think everyone needs to see my struggles, or to torture myself by exposing no one cares about my work. While I can write this down in a word document, date it, and review it later; these blogs forces me to reflect what I did, and express it in a comprehensive format. (Oh, I'm using big words too.) So, while I write to an audience of many, I have to accept the fact that there's only one person who's the target audience. No, it doesn't make me feel ant better, knowing that no one is reading this, but I (like so many other artist) need to express themselves.

Today's blog is not about the progress of my current project. It's more about the progress of me as a person, and how I torture myself. Tomorrow, I'll provide an update to the overdue Cyber-monkey and where I'm at on it.